Mark groaned playfully, pulling Leon even closer. "I think we just had our own version of a shower right here, wouldn't you say?" He gestured vaguely at their glistening bodies and the slightly damp sheets beneath them.
"But yes, my love, a real shower sounds heavenly right about now. Especially one where I can properly worship every inch of you."
Leon purred, a low, satisfied sound that vibrated against Mark's chest.
He stretched languidly, feeling every muscle in his body sing with blissful exhaustion. "Worship, huh? I like the sound of that. And maybe… maybe we can continue our 'talk' in there?" He trailed a finger down Mark's chest, leaving a warm trail.
Mark chuckled, a deep, contented sound. "Anything you want, Leon. Anything." He carefully shifted, preparing to sit up, and Leon groaned in protest as their bodies began to separate. "Don't worry, my love, I'm not going anywhere. Just getting us to the bathroom."
